Flat, and silvery, and drab,
Thoughts unbidden come to mind.
All I've had, and all I have:
All I seek, but never find --

This is what I've grown to be.
Always searching, Percival --
But in weakness, failing; hoping
God above is


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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